Disclaimer : I own nothing that has anything to do with Harry Potter, thank you for your time - that is all.

A/N : This is definetly the oddest weiredest fic I've ever written. As you may know, I am not a Neville/Luna shipper. I don't really mind/care who the two end up with but my sister's birthday was a week or so ago and she is, in fact, a Neville/Luna shipper, so along with her birthday gift I wrote her this fic. Upon her request I am posting the fic I wrote for her. Bare with me, it's my first fic that I've written without it being my own ship. You will notice, however, I've added my own two favorite ships in as a small side note! Enjoy!

Oddest Of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Chapter One

Good News To Bad

Dear Luna,

Hi, how are you? I am just writing to ask how you are? After that battle with the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries at the end of the school year I felt so much more

Neville Longbottom tore the piece of parchment in half as he leaned back in his chair. He sat at the small desk in his dimly lit room, half used pieces of paper lay scattered on the floor around him. Neville had been at it all morning, trying to put together the perfect letter for Luna Lovegood, a fellow student at the school he attended, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Neville had only met Luna last year, when he was in his fifth year and she was in her fourth year, they had been one of the students to take Harry Potter's secret Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Neville had signed up for these lessons but had never dreamed he'd actually have to use them. Just before the end of the year Neville followed Harry Potter and his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, along with Ron's younger sister, Ginny Weasley and another girl in her year, Luna Lovegood.

They had traveled deep into the Ministry of Magic's building where many workers had been just floors above them a little while before they entered it late at night. They walked down to the Department of Mysteries where there were many different doors, all leading to different, unusual rooms. Down in the Department they met some of Voldemort's most evil Death Eaters where they were forced to battle for their lives. The Death Eaters tried to kill them all but they stuck together and were able to get away from a few of them.

That was the most bravest thing Neville had ever done without fainting. He was very proud of himself, although his grandmother had yelled at him for a long while before she finally broke down crying. That night, only a day after he had returned home for the summer holidays had been one very hectic day for him.

His grandmother had never cried before and seeing the pain he had caused the woman who had raised him for as long as he could remember brought a certain amount of emotions flooding through him. Neville had never wanted to hurt his grandmother, no matter how strict she was, at times. When the old woman had finally stopped crying and Neville had gotten over his shock his grandmother explained what should have been very obvious to him. His parents had been taken from her, although not physically, many years ago, which is why she was now his care giver. Neville's grandmother had been worried ever since that day, that the Death Eaters would come to take her grandson from her just as they had done years before with her daughter and son in-law.

Neville shook his head, riding his mind of the memories of his poor, sad grandmother, he focused instead, on the fresh, clean piece of parchment now lying in front of him. He took a deep breath and picked up his quill once more, he began to write.

Dear Luna,

Hello, how are things this summer? I was just thinking about everything that had happened last year, in the Department and along with that night I remembered all about Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and you and I wondered how you were all doing so I thought it might be best to write to all of you and see you were getting on after that horrible battle at the Ministry.

So how are things? Was your family proud of how you took care of things in the Department? My gran went a bit crazy, she was really worried about me but I guess a small part of her was also proud of me, too. I bet your family was really happy and proud of you, you did so well down there.

Are you scared at all? Do you worry about those Death Eaters coming back for us later on? When You Know Who sets them free from Azkaban? It might be a scary thought but I try not to think about it to much, I might go crazy!

Well anyway, I'd better end this letter and start writing to Harry now. Hopefully you will find time to write me back. Enjoy your summer.

Neville

Neville sat back in his chair and read the letter over again, he sighed and took out another piece of parchment, now he would have to write to the others, just in case Luna wrote to Ginny.

He didn't know what had gotten into him, since when did he care about Loony Lovegood? He didn't, ever! But since the battle in the Department he seemed to have developed a worry for Luna. He stayed up late wondering if she was all right, whether she ever thought of him, if she had nightmares about the Department.

It had taken him almost three weeks of the summer to gather enough nerve to write to Luna and another two days to write the perfect letter. Neville thought he was going crazy, he had only liked one girl before but that was in his fourth year. He had a small crush on Ginny, Ron's sister, and after he had finally asked her to the Yule Ball he discovered she didn't really feel the same way. He couldn't blame her though, they didn't really know each other to well.

Just as Neville sent his gran's owl off into the cool night air his name was called up the stairs, 'Neville! Come down here, dinner is ready! Wash up before you come to the table, though! Hurry.'

Neville's grandmother was a wonderful cook but at the moment he didn't feel very hungry, his stomach was doing an odd circus act the moment, which consisted of a lot of flips and turns. Holding his mouth Neville walked into the bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror, above the sink. He looked at his reflection, which was staring back at him, pale faced and wide eyed.

Luna would never like someone like him, he knew. She was the kind of girl who would go out with a smart Ravenclaw boy from her year. Someone who would be able to sit down with her and talk about the greatness of Wolfbane, or the affects of a Mandrakes cry. Neville didn't understand any of those things, nor would he be able to sit down long without dropping or breaking something.

He quickly washed his face and hands, throwing the towel at his reflection in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. He walked down the stairs into the empty kitchen. 'Gran?' he called out, lifting pot lids and frying pans from the stove, smelling and tasting everything as he went along.

'Neville! Sit down and hurry up! We've guests!' his gran called from the dining room where she was setting their fine china on the small oak table. They usually didn't eat in that room unless someone important was coming over. His grandmother's friends from her book club at the library around the corner, or a new neighbor from across the street.

Neville walked into the dining room, abandoning the pots at the stove. 'What is it, gran? Who's coming over?' He asked her when he was in the room too.

His grandmother didn't answer but handed him three plates and nodded toward the table, instructing him to help set the table. Neville did as his gran wanted and began placing the plates at around the table. Three plates? Usually it was only two, his and his grandmothers, Neville wondered who was coming to dinner. He looked over at the old woman he new so well. She was wearing pretty pink dress, very much unlike the one she usually wore. But most unusual was the small smile playing across her lips, Neville stopped setting the table and stood to watch her. He hadn't seen her smile a true smile in a long time, but now, here she was smiling as she put forks on the table. Who ever was coming obviously out this smile on her face.

Neville smiled to himself as he forgot all about the Department, about Luna, about his parents. He shook his head and returned his attention to the spoons he was now placing next the forks.

They both moved around the table in silence as they finished setting the table. Just as Neville put the roast on the table the door bell rang.

'Go check on the cake I've baked, it's in the oven. Quick, Neville, don't let it burn!' His gran warned as she rushed to the front door, flinging it open to greet the visitor

A few minutes later Neville, his gran, and a tall wizard in a black cloak were all gathered around the table, starting on their first course. The food smelled great, as though his gran had taken hours of time to make each small carrot or as though every leaf of lettuce had been washed and dressed separately.

'Neville, this is Mr. Devon, Mr. Devon, this is my nephew, Neville. You know his parents.' His grandmother smiled happily at both of them. 'Sweety, Mr. Devon is working with your parents at St. Mungo's. He says he has some news for us regarding them.'

Neville's heart started pounding against his chest. This was why his gran had been so happy all this time, the news must be good! Neville had to hold onto the bottom of his seat to keep from jumping up and running around the room with joy.

Mr. Devon cleared his throat. 'Mrs. Longbottom ... I ... Erm, maybe I should have made myself -'

Neville's gran cut in, 'No no Mr. Devon! You know I said we were to eat first and then during tea we'd talk about my daughter.'

They spent the next ten minutes eating and talking to each other, Neville was giddy and exploding with happiness. Perhaps Mr. Devon was here to tell them that the Healers had found a way to cure his parents, maybe they had already been cured! Neville beamed as he ate.

Finally when the plates had been cleared, the tea had been poured, and the cake had been cut Mr. Devon was allowed to tell them about his reasons for requesting to join them for dinner.

'Mrs. Longbottom ... I erm ... I am here to -' He paused and took a deep breath before glancing at Neville, 'maybe your nephew should leave the room?' He suggested.

'Why? Is there something wrong with letting him hear about his parents?' Neville's gran's eyes narrowed as she looked from him to Mr. Devon, shifting uneasily in her chair.

'Mrs. Longbottom, I am afraid ... I haven't come with good news.' He bowed his head and began to pick at his slice of cake, sitting in front of him at the table. Mr. Devon looked as though he had never been sent to do something so hard before.

'Neville. Leave, now.' His grandmother ordered, the smile gone from her face.

'Gran, I want to stay -'

'Now! Neville!'

Scraping his chair against the floor he left the dining room and stomped up the steps to his room. This wasn't fair, all along he had been sitting, waiting to here his parents were all better, that they were coming home to take care of him, to be his parents again. Now his hopes had been torn from him and he wasn't even allowed to listen.

Neville had never been so mad in all his life, but by the time he reached his room the anger had dissolved and was soon replaced by a great wrenching pain. Worried and sadness.